The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn, peeling stickers of anime girls plaster the hull of a half-submerged, rusting cargo ship, its name - "EtherOrc's Revenge" - scribbled in bold letters across the stern. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and rust, and bioluminescent fish dart through the wreckage, like... lighting up the dark spaces. Uh, water pours upwards from the ship's propellers, forming weird little whirlpools that cling to the hull as the ship somehow sinks and rises at the same time, caught in an endless cycle. The sun beats down on us, but the sea around it remains still and glassy.